"Prod Nero!" Ayel shouted from across the bridge. "A Federation convoy is approaching."
Ayel projected the convoy in front of Nero. At the center was a large warship that somewhat resembled a Federal Corvette.
"The Federation are hailing."
Nero waved his hand in acceptance.
A bland, uninteresting Fleet Admiral appeared. "Admiral...
Day 48 Part 1 (Comm Series #6)
For a solid hour, Viridian sat in the cockpit. She had landed silently on Lahun after hours of travel and positioned her ship far enough to avoid scanners, but not so far that she couldn't watch the station. The site bustled with activity. Trade ships occasionally docked. A few of them would have slaves on them. Slaves were walked into into transport ships, having been bought, and off to be delivered...
Cooperating With the Federation
Upon achieving the rank of Admiral in the Federal Navy, Nero received this message from the Federation: "With his dedication to the pursuit of science for his people and his crew, and his willingness to join and lead those who have yet to find a home in the Federation, Nero exemplifies our ideals of peaceful cooperation and the free distribution of knowledge. We hereby bestow on him the rank of...
Day 46 (Comms Series #5)
Larkspur's pulse lasers were upgraded. The missiles were restocked. She programmed the coordinates and all that there was left to do is get on the Cobra and take off. Her meeting with her supervising officer went smoothly enough that she could take the couple days of leave to do what she had to do.
She was going to get her back.
Her boots thudded deeply as she walked out to the landing pad. Larkspur's...
Day 45 (Comms Series #4)
The lights were dim in Violetta Pace's office at Illy Port. She stared at her communications panel, which, unlike ships, sat flatly on a black,
glass surface that had the faint stains of rocks glasses and bourbon. Her eyes scanned the message she prepared, cautiously noting her own choice of words. She reached her hands up and rubbed them over her face, the day plumping her eyelids with weary.
Day 39 (Comm Series #3)
Violetta Pace turned over the bottle of whiskey into a small, opaque glass and nudged it across the small desk. Commander Viridian snatched it and swallowed half of it in a gulp. Pace placed the bottle on the edge of the desk, her iced over eyes looking at the young commander with an expression wanting of sentiment.
"I apologize it took so long to schedule a meeting," Pace said.
Day 34 (Comms Series #2)
Viridian's inbox had been filled with more boring messages. Most of them were from contacts with other job offers that she ignored half the time, or template messages about her increase in status at Wafer Station.
She tapped her index finger on the comm panel again. Nothing from Raven. She tapped her screen and spoke into her panel, "Send a message."
Threat Level Four
CMDR Acroci's voice filled her canopy, "Hold on. Distress call, threat level four."
Several weeks had passed and CMDR Viridian's training had mostly involved stalking nav points and cleaning criminals out of resource sites. She had earned enough credits through her services at multiple nearby stations to obtain her own Cobra MKIII, which was an accomplishment for the young pilot. Her hand...
Day 24 (Comms Series #1)
Viridian leaned her head back against her headrest and took a short breath. Then she tapped her communications panel, where the same six messages had been sitting and taking up a handful of bytes of system memory for weeks now. Lazily, her fingers tapped on the panel until she reached the "Sent" folder.
She flicked back over to the inbox, staring at the same six messages that had come...
Commander Viridian stared through her cabin's window, her green eyes unblinking, at the station name painted on the opposite wall.
"You'll do what I tell you."
Illy Port was a nearby outpost that had become a second home. After making a few connections, credits were becoming a faint problem. Nightshade was always serviced without much of a wait and she could get a drink that was strong...